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Princess for Sale (Marie + Russian)

Erossong whimpered, she did not want to give in to him so easily. She was not going to beg him. She closed her eyes and continued to push the thoughts from her mind. She needed to pull herself from the situation. She was shaking and couldn't control it. She tried to take steady breaths but it wasn't working. She refused to cry or do anything else in response.
 
He was going to break her, Simon wouldn't accept less of himself as he watched her starting to shake. He knew that control was getting harder for her as he reached down to his pants, unbuckling the primitive belt quickly before slipping them off, his erect length standing for her to see fully as it was impressive, not many humans could measure up to him as he watched her wet sex become wetter, knowing it would soon be time for him to claim his rightful price as he had paid a lot for her.
 
Erossong quicklylooked away at the first glimpse of his length. He could not measure up to an elf. But for a human he was impressive. She getting more nervous now. She knew no matter how much she fought he wouldn't kill her, he'd paid too much for her to waste it by killing her. She would fight him as much as she could. She was shaking more then ever as she closed her eyes tighter. "I will ask you one more time... Please, this will start a war. Please, just send me and my people back. And there will be no need for unnecessary blood shed...." Erossong said softly.
 
Simon heard her words as he watched her shake even more. He laughed in response to her words. "There won't be a war. The elves won't risk us executing all the slaves for the sake of a war." He told her, his tone rough as he looked at her pitiful naked body, forced out on the table there. "Besides, the elves are vastly outnumbered, they won't stand a chance against a massive human force." He added, removing his hands from her body as he licked her juices, only halfways before sticking his fingers up to her mouth, making sure she couldn't bite him. "Lick your own juices off my fingers." He commanded her, his tone rough as he wanted her to do so in order to him continuing with breaking her.
 
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Simon heard her words as he watched her shake even more. He laughed in response to her words. "There won't be a war. The elves won't risk us executing all the slaves for the sake of a war." He told her, his tone rough as he looked at her pitiful naked body, forced out on the table there. "Besides, the elves are vastly outnumbered, they won't stand a chance against a massive human force." He added, removing his hands from her body as he licked her juices, only halfways before sticking his fingers up to her mouth, making sure she couldn't bite him. "Lick your own juices off my fingers." He commanded her, his tone rough as he wanted her to do so in order to him continuing with breaking her.
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Erossong gasped as she could smell herself on his fingers. "You disgust me human!" She spat. "I will do no such thing. That is vile..." She held her lips tightly closed now. Glaring at him. If looks could kill. It was as though there were daggers flying from her eyes. He would've been long since dead. Her words were dripping with venom when she spoke. He would not get away with this. He underestimated the elven forces.
 
"You will do such a thing!" Simon roared over her, his hand flying across her face, slapping her even harder as he looked down at her. "You will do everything I tell you to do!" He added, running his hands down over her body, finding pressure points easily as he knew that the elven forces were no match for the humans. Or at least they wouldn't be a match for him and his own soldiers, they were trained in warfare and combat, easily able to take on almost any race besides the ogres.
 
Erossong kept her mouth shut, cringing only a bit when he slapped her. Deep purple bruises emerging all over her flawless face. She would take his abuse. And would not break. She was a very proud individual. She would be extremely hard to break. She'd already been through so much being such a young elf. Only 23 years of age. Very young for a elf. Her maturity was far beyond that of her years. It surprised most to find out how young she was, though humans believed her younger generally. Because of her looks.
 
Simon watched her bruised face for a moment. "It's really a shame I have to hit you so much. If only you would just give in to the fact that there's no way out!" He told her, his tone hard as he got onto the table, looking down at her exposed sex. "I hope you're ready because there's no turning back now." He said, his tone deep and grinning as he bended down over her body, his lips finding her neck and collarbone, kisses going out to her sensitive skin as he brushed the tip of his cock against her sex, knowing she would feel it as he would soon force his way inside her, he wanted her wetter.
 
Erossong let out a soft whimper as he brushed against her. She was wet, there was no denying her body had betrayed her. But she wasn't about to give in. She didn't want to lose her virginity like this. She'd always dreamed of the way it would happen. Prince Charming would sweep her off her feet one night while her parents slept, and they would make love under the stars by the pools and gradens around the palace. But not like this. She wanted to cry. But she wouldn't. She couldn't risk showing the weakness.
 
Simon heard her reaction to his length brushing against her. It was almost too much for him to begin hearing her break as he put his length down, letting it run along her wet entrance, just running it back and forth to tease her with his size as he kept working her neck and collarbone with his lips. He didn't care what happened to her as long as she would break for him as his hands found her breasts, grabbing them and rubbing them for even more pleasure. He kept up his work as he knew that she would have to show a sign of weakness sometime soon.
 
Erossong began to tear up, but she blinked the tears back. She could no show that she was breaking. Her body shaking a bit as he touched her in just the right ways to get her even more so wet then she was before. Closing her eyes tightly, not wanting to accept that this was the way she was going to lose her virginity. She'd always known who she wanted it to be, he knight. Her most loyal bodyguard. A man she'd known since they were both children. But that would sadly not happen.
 
Simon watched her blink more, knowing what was happening as he kept going, working her young elven body towards it's limits. "All you have to do is beg for me to take you and it'll soon be over." He whispered to her, his tone remaining commanding as he continued working her body, his length still running back and forward over her exposed sex, feeling her wetness increase as he continued teasing her, knowing how he was pushing her. He wanted her to beg him, his mind was craving for the show of his dominance over her as it would be seen as humans dominating the elven race too. It was perfect in his head, he wanted to keep her for himself for now at least.
 
Erossong shook her head, "Never!" She spat. That one word held more venom then a thousand serpents. She would bed for anything. Not from him, not from anyway. She had tried reason, and reason didn't work. She she would suffer through whatever happened with a strong will, and a strong mind. Her body may have been weak. But her mind certainly was not.
 
Even if her mind was strong, it wasn't strong enough to resist being broken. Hearing her word he only grinned, adjusting his hips a bit as he then pushed against her wet sex, feeling her open up for the tip of his length, the tightness of her slowly showing around his length as he begun pushing it into her, knowing she would feel every single inch of his length as he held himself up on his hands, wanting to see her reaction and let her get a pretty sight of what he was doing to her as he would soon press through her hymen, seeming completely careless about it.
 
Erossong cringed with every inch that was pushed inside her, it was like not other pain she had ever felt. And once he pushed through her hymen she broke. She screamed in pain and tears began to flow down her cheeks. It didn't matter how wet she was, nothing could have prepared her for the pain that this brought. And as elves were even tighter then humans, it worsened her pain ten fold. She couldn't move due to the tightness of the shackles. She could only lay there.
 
Simon heard her scream as he tore through her hymen. She was a very tight fit, no virgin human girl could compare to her as he pushed into her, stretching her and making room for every single inch forcefully as he noticed a bit of blood from the broken hymen mix in with her juices. He let out a moan from her tightness as he looked down and saw her in tears. "You're going to enjoy this and beg for it." He told her, his tone deep and commanding as he was a bit more than halfways inside her before he suddenly thrusted into her, his hips meeting her's as he burried his massive cock fully inside her, loving the tight fit that she was even more.
 
Erossong couldn't take it. Pain tore through her body. Tears pouring down her cheeks as he drove into her protesting body. Screams errupted from her throat. Allowing all the other slavers in the caravan to hear that he had broken her. She dug her nails into the hard wood of the desk. Scraping off bits of paint and varnish.
 
Hearing her scream that loudly made his day, he had never expected to hear her scream that loud as he broke her, starting to take her roughly on the table. He loved the feeling of it, loved how her tight sex tried to squeeze him out only to be forced apart to let him fully back inside her. He took her and loved it. Knowing his men would also hear her scream, their silent cheering wasn't heard by others than themselves as they knew the slaves would be broken too.
 
Erossong knew she was letting her people down. And it killed her. It felt like there was a dagger in her chest, or a hand trying to tear out her heart. Because she knew her people would hear her screams of pain and submission. She was the heart and soul of her people. And now she was broken. Shaking under his hands. Crying and screaming.
 
Simon heard her cry and scream, loving every second of it as he grinned, his eyes shining wildly as he soon released inside her, this first time with a princess had excited him more than he had first anticipated as he released a large load, enough to fill her up and even shoot some into her womb, knowing she wouldn't be pregnant yet since she had been a virgin.
 
Erossong collapsed onto the table, tears sliding down her cheeks. Her body was shaking in a mix of pain, hatred, and anguish. She closed her eyes. Her once strong resolve was gone. But that didn't mean she was going to beg him for anything. She was still stronger then that. He may have broken her body, but not her mind. Not totally anyway.
 
"You're done for now." He told her, getting off the table, though leaving her there as he got dressed, not seeming bothered with the fact that she was still naked. "I'll break you fully eventually." He added as he wiped a tear off her cheek, standing above her fully dressed. He wanted her to beg for him even if it would be hard for him to break her that much, eventually she would have no other reason but to let him do anything he pleased to her.
 
Erossong whimpered softly as he stood above her. Tears still falling down her pale cheeks. Hopefully she would be sold soon. Anything would be better then this hell. Her body ached. And her eyes and throat burned from the crying and screaming. She knew soldiers in disguse would be in the crowd of every auction. Buying their people back, rather then starting a war. And she knew who was coming for her. Her most trusted guard, her confadant.
 
She should be happy if she asked Simon, most of the male buyers would treat her much worse seeing as they would often chain rape or have their associates take time with her too even at the same time. She was lucky he only took her once right there. Simon left the wagon, noticing they had stopped by a watering hole as he went to see his second-in-command, hearing the report on how the slaves were slowly breaking, almost giving up on their lives just from the sheer sounds of their princess being raped and defiled.
 
Erossong heard a slight rustling outside of the wagon. Blood pooling under her from the tearing of her hymen. She managed to look up, seeing (insert rescuer's name here). She looked away, she didn't want him to see her like this. Sure, he had seen her naked on more then one occasion. Due to her skinny dipping in the pools that were in the gardens. So he'd no doubt seen the princess nude many times. But not like this. Bruises on her face, tears leaving salty trails down her cheeks.
 
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